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Vortex has gotten really good at getting secrets out of mechs. He's been doing it for a long time. It's a calling, really, opening a mech up and getting that core of truth out of them even when they'll say just about anything to make it stop. You really gotta dig deep, sometimes all the way down to their primary motivators.
Everyone's always told First Aid that he has a firm hand and a good berthside manner. He doesn't expect to have to apply it so literally.
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- Part 1 of points of contact
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13 Oct 2025
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The deep ocean is dangerous for more than one reason. First Aid has been foraging for crystal and copper out in the caverns that dot the upper rim of the bathypleagic zone before, but he's never been this far down into the colder water below the rim of the continental shelf. He checks his rough map a dozen times over before slipping down between two jutting outcroppings. The light quickly begins to grow so thin and weak that his optics have to recalibrate.
A critical shipment of manganese is delayed and First Aid's patient can't wait, so he takes matters into his own hands. First Aid doesn't expect to meet someone out in the deep waters.
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13 Oct 2025
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First Aid's footfalls land heavily on the packed sand of the arena, kicking up clouds of microparticulates. He pauses at the sound of falling sand, tense, but his audials only register the sound of his own frame and occasional whistle of wind.
For the last thirty-nine minutes he's been winding his way through the endless canyons of the Rust Divide that serve as the contest grounds. He's deep into the arena and the rock face on either side has grown immensely steep, the red sandstone walls nearly vertical in places. The distant chatter of the announcers and the crowd at the staging ground fell away long ago.
The thrill of the chase is almost as good as the thrill of being caught. Almost.
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- Part 9 of Eremji's 2025 Kink Bingo
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13 Oct 2025
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"Hey there, pretty little medibot," Brawl sing-songs from behind First Aid. Two strong arms loop around his waist and lift him straight off the ladder with a rattle. "Guess who's back?"
"Hands, Brawl! Let me put down the glass," he yelps, holding the tray of sample vials aloft so Brawl doesn't jostle them into shattering. Brawl swings him down onto his feet with more care than he usually handles anything else and nothing breaks. First Aid counts it as a small victory. "These are important."
First Aid has a creative solution for handling his imprisonment by the Combaticons. The trouble is, it eventually starts working a little too well.
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- Part 16 of Eremji's 2025 Kink Bingo
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13 Oct 2025
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Vortex picks up the laser scalpel he lifted from First Aid’s subspace during search and seizure and turns it between his claws. It's a nice piece of equipment, well kept, so pristinely clean that Vortex might suspect it's never been used if not for the subtle divots in the handle worn there by First Aid's fingers. The Autobots take care of their equipment.
He looks at First Aid's hands. They're resting on the table, shackled, folded one neatly over the other. His posture is relaxed, like he's simply waiting for something perfectly mundane to happen.
They catch themselves a pretty little piece of Autobot aft. Onslaught wants to know where Optimus Prime is. Vortex wants to know what makes First Aid tick.
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- Part 14 of Eremji's 2025 Kink Bingo
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12 Oct 2025